My (step) dad and I drank margaritas and then he told me he had a lot to be thankful to my mom for, but the biggest one was letting him help raise me, so if you need me you’d better bring a canoe because that’s the only way you’ll make it past my salty tears.
Depending on which doctor we talk to, my mom is fine, she just needs to rest and go home or she’s walking a very fine line between not having pancreatic cancer and having it. One set of doctors would like her to get a little stronger and then do a pretty big surgery to get rid of the threat, and one doctor just thinks she needs to watch it.
“'But I suspect the passion with which they don't discuss him.'
‘They are afraid of him?’ D’Harcourt raised his comedian’s eyebrows.
Danny Hislop’s bright teeth flashed in his hairless, unremarkable face. ‘If they were afraid, they’d tear him to pieces like schoolgirls. My guess is that he’s gorgeous. A terrible tease and nasty at moments, but oh Maeve, he has such a way with him… Is he gorgeous dear Adam?’
A man whose yellow hair, dry and light and unevenly tipped, eclipsed the sunlight behind him, and whose attic profile and unoccupied, long-shafted hands caused a small moan of ecstacy to burst, very circumspectly, from Mr Hislop’s baby-pink lips.
‘The beauty of worthy things is not in the face but in the backside, endearing more by their departure than their address. Daniel Hislop, the son of the bishop?’
‘The Bishop’s bastard,’ said Hislop, with a cold-eyed assumption of coyness. ‘Sir. My lord. Jesus.’
Lymond’s eyes turned to him, open. Then changing position, he seated himself, and placed his hands gently on the table before him.
‘Sir will do,’ said Lymond calmly, ‘unless you recieve divine witness to the contrary.’”—
The Ringed Castle, Dorothy Dunnett
Bless Danny Hislop. The lead up to his meeting Lymond is so entertaining.
Sylvia got 3 packages today. One was a care package from us, one was a stuffed animal she got for donating money to an animal rescue organization and one was a swiss army knife my dad sent her. She was a happy girl!
Wednesday is Physical Expression/Creative Expression day, so she went canoeing and made a winter outfit for her stuffed bunny, Mr. Bunny.
She rescued a friend from a giant spider.
For dinner she had quesadillas and grilled pineapple.
She’s learned how to fishtail braid her own hair.
I let her talk to my dad to thank him for the knife and they just chatted and chatted and it was the sweetest thing ever.
She tells me I MUST read Green Glass Sea.
They watched Doctor Who (a Matt Smith Episode) and the pilot for Grim. She enjoyed them, but she said Grim was terrifying!
It is her laundry day so I got to listen to her put her clothes in the dryer.
My dad called and told me my mom was in renal failure, heart failure, and respiratory failure. The doctors were taking about life support. I told him I’d get home as soon as I could.
I started looking at flights to STL. Then I realized I might need moral support and woke Aaron up. I booked a one way flight and rented a car. I packed and showered. I tried to lay down and get a little bit of sleep before we had to leave for the airport. I managed about an hour.
I’m at the airport now. My mom seems a little more stable right now, so hopefully everything will be fine. Last night I thought there was a chance she’d be unconscious or maybe dead before I made it home. That’s a really not great feeling. Knowing she’s awake and talking and pretty pissed at her doctors is heartening.
Anyway. If you’ve got spare good thoughts I’m in the market.
Today at school I was talking to coworkers about a person who seems to have lost weight/buffed up over the summer. I said that I hadn’t really noticed because i tend to not really pay that much attention to people’s body types. (I might think, Oh, so and so looks good today, but I don’t tend to equate that with losing weight or whatever)
Anyway, my friend says, “Oh, really? tell me about Dean’s body type.”
To which I start to splutter and say, “Th-that’s different.”
He starts laughing at me and says, “You are blushing just thinking about it!”
So I did what any self-respecting grownup in a professional environment would do, I walked away yelling, “I’m not going to talk about this!”
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INFP personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, INFPs have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine.Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the INFP personality type - but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.
Being a part of the Diplomat (NF) personality group, INFPs are guided by their principles, rather than by logic (Analysts), excitement (Explorers), or practicality (Sentinels). When deciding how to move forward, they will look to honor, beauty, morality and virtue - INFPs are led by the purity of their intent, not rewards and punishments. People who share the INFP personality type are proud of this quality, and rightly so, but not everyone understands the drive behind these feelings, and it can lead to isolation.
We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be
At their best, these qualities enable INFPs to communicate deeply with others, easily speaking in metaphors and parables, and understanding and creating symbols to share their ideas. The strength of this intuitive communication style lends itself well to creative works, and it comes as no surprise that many famous INFPs are poets,writers and actors. Understanding themselves and their place in the world is important to INFPs, and they explore these ideas by projecting themselves into their work.
INFPs have a talent for self-expression, revealing their beauty and their secrets through metaphors and fictional characters.
INFPs’ ability with language doesn’t stop with their native tongue, either - as with most people who share the Diplomat personality types, they are considered gifted when it comes to learning a second (or third!) language. Their gift for communication also lends itself well to INFPs’ desire for harmony, a recurring theme with Diplomats, and helps them to move forward as they find their calling.
Listen to Many People, But Talk to Few
Unlike their Extraverted cousins though, INFPs will focus their attention on just a few people, a single worthy cause - spread too thinly, they’ll run out of energy, and even become dejected and overwhelmed by all the bad in the world that they can’t fix. This is a sad sight for INFPs’ friends, who will come to depend on their rosy outlook.
If they are not careful, INFPs can lose themselves in their quest for good and neglect the day-to-day upkeep that life demands. INFPs often drift into deep thought, enjoying contemplating the hypothetical and the philosophical more than any other personality type. Left unchecked, INFPs may start to lose touch, withdrawing into “hermit mode”, and it can take a great deal of energy from their friends or partner to bring them back to the real world.
Luckily, like the flowers in spring, INFP’s affection, creativity, altruism and idealism will always come back, rewarding them and those they love perhaps not with logic and utility, but with a world view that inspires compassion, kindness and beauty wherever they go.
Sylvia didn’t call last night, which was a contributing factor to me being a total grump even though it knew it was probably a good sign that she didn’t call.
Tonight she was back to being her deliriously happy self. She said she felt bad for not calling, but they went to an outdoor observatory to look at the moon and Saturn. She was so delightfully pleased with the whole experience and it sounds like she turned on the patented Sylvia charm that she reserves for dudes over 30.
She also learned how to stage-fight. I don’t even know why, but she was really excited about it.
Her chore this week is making breakfast, which means she has to wake up a little earlier, but “unfortunately it doesn’t mean I get to eat any earlier.”
For her local history class they went out to do grave rubbings. She saw a wall of plaques that reminded her of where my brother is buried. She said it made her a little sad, but mostly the experience was cool.
Evidently she’s developing a nemesis out of one of the boys. Fingers crossed it doesn’t evolve to too much misery. She can really hold a grudge.
Dinner was spaghetti. She said it was delicious. There was also some sort of sad brownie story that she alluded to, but just said, “Don’t get me started. There were brownies and disappointment.”
They are watching the Lion King tonight.
At one point she said, “Life is great here,” with the dreamiest sigh. :-)
I just spent a half an hour on the phone with a disgruntled employee and it doesn’t matter that her disgruntlement was aimed at something outside of my control and even that she knows it’s outside of my control, I still feel like poop because I can’t really make her feel better about the situation and the best I can do is try not to also fuck up my responsibilities so that I don’t make everything worse, but guys, I’m totally going to fuck up sometimes and it’s frustrating to have my well of goodwill bled out from under me by other people’s action.
Sylvia clearly had a difficult day to day and we talked and skyped several times. Food she didn’t like, homework she doesn’t like, missing talking to Kate and Guille at brunch, skype getting interrupted by a community meeting…
There was crying and homesickness. At one point I did the only thing I could think of to distract her on the phone, which was describe in detail the Supernatural Season 9 mockumentary. It worked and she laughed and was cheered up, but I was exhausted after the conversation.
She did tell us a story of her advisor heroically rescuing a duck from a snapping turtle. (Spoiler alert: the duck was killed by something else a few days later)
We finally had a nice log skype where she was a little blue, but not too bad, and I think she’ll be fine, but…kinda tough day for everyone.
Blue Apron is this awesome service where they send you all the groceries you need to make 3 meals a week (each meal serves 2). The meals have thus far been DELICIOUS and INTERESTING and making them, while taking about 30 minutes, has been fun.
Sylvia started her morning with barn chores. She isn’t on barn chores this week, but one of the 5 day boarders was, so Sylvia volunteered to take the chores for the weekend.
I asked her what animal she likes best and she said she liked them all for different reasons. The horses are “just cool,” the cows are “so cute,” the goats “are just crazy and so much fun, but we lose money on them” the turkeys “make cool noises” and she can’t wait to eat them because they “look delicious,” and the chickens are cool because they eat the eggs and also sell eggs and that pays to buy their feed and the economy is a “whole circle of life.”
They don’t have brunch until 10 and aren’t allowed to eat snack before that, so she complained about that a bit.
She also complained about her math homework (some kind of puzzle she didn’t understand the point of) and her Spanish homework (which she thinks is way too advanced).
She said their weren’t any big plans for the day, but she wants to skype us later.